Plot Against
Éditeur: EndlessFantasy Translation
The ancestral land of the Phoenixes had a majestic aura. There was a faint image of a phoenix soaring through the sky.
Jade pavilions were scattered all over the place. From afar, they looked like countless silk ribbons that were scattered with starlight.
There was an indescribable connection between them. The many pavilions formed a majestic formation. Among these buildings, the most eye-catching one was a 9-story pavilion. It was in the shape of a seven-star. One could raise one's hand to grab the stars and grasp the moon.
At this moment, the candlelights in the building were flickering, and dim yellow flames shone through the bamboo windows.
Feng Tian sat in front of a sandalwood table. He splashed ink and waved a brush in one breath. The tip of the brush seemed to be imbued with the power of ghosts and gods. Several words could be written in a single stroke. It was strange and difficult to describe this.